He laid down to sleep,
But his derpesstion creep,
Along side his bed,
And into his head.
She lay down to rest,
To wake up for the big test.
Her sadness slipped up from her feet,
And she was beat.
He ran so fast.
Wanting life to last.
The voices saying its all over.
Nothing will save. Not even a clover.
She cried so load,
In the middle of a crowd.
No one seen her fall,
Finished, and left the ball.
They ended it fast,
Like a big explosion blast.
The two shot the guns,
Now they'll be missed with tons..
© Anna Marie Murphy-Hanscome